Post by freezn on Oct 21, 2017 8:18:39 GMT -5
The sky was gray and hinted that it might precipitate at any moment. How dreadfully like every other day in Cormyr. Meesha frowned as she called forth to the Weave, her being demanding its obedience in protecting her from the weather. Her skin warmed against the cool crisp fall air as the magic responded and flowed through her protecting her from the minor elements. How would she ever have survived in this dower land were it not for her connection to the Weave? Well truth be told she would never have needed to come to this place had she no connection... She was losing focus.
In one hand she held her umbrella unfolded and ready to shield her from rain should, on the off chance her magic fail her. Such hadn't happened in many months now, but when it came to such things the Enchantress was happier with the redundant efforts than with becoming soaked to the bone. She rested the shaft at a slight angle upon her shoulder as she read through her notes on constructs. A quick refresher was all she needed to call forth the shield golem. How she detested it. Its simple mind was inable to perform even the most basic of tasks without extreme attention on her part. Normally she would call upon a companion to shield her from the vermin that inhabit the land but she had met precious few who would be willing to stand at her side as she picked through bone and brain for long hours. Eventually such allies would be needed as she researched more advanced subject but she was starting small and even the dim witted stone at her side could perform the necessary actions for today's study. The next few minutes were spent calling forth the construct, and applying various magical defenses and enchantments to the lifeless stone. Once completed she made her way further into the hills.
As explained to her there were indeed some living pest that needed taken care of. The golem made quick work of the ogres, smashing their flesh under it's heavy fists, leaving a trail of shattered bone and grizzled gore in their path to the top of the hill. Once there the Sorceress was greeted by a cave entrance, just as her notes had explained. How wonderful it was when adventurers actually speak accurately. A small pitter patter began to sound over head, drops of rain splashing against her umbrella. How very Cormyr.
Stepping into the cave, her nose was assaulted by the smells of death and decay. A perfume that had become all too common in her life since she left home. Pearing down a cliff looking deeper into the cave she could make out the large skeletal outlines. Another accurate report. The undead ogres were quick to spot her golem and charged up the cliff side to meet it in battle. One which was finished rather quickly. Bits of broken bone seeping with marrow littered their way as they walked deeper yet into the cave. At long last! There it was. The prize of this bothersome walk.
Crouched on four legs and not yet having noticed her or the golem, Meesha had never yet come into contact with one. There were tales told of its more living brethren taking control of entire villages. Was their abilities linked to the Weave? Or was it something more... primal? More of the physical? Hopefully these next few moments would provide insight. Within' moments her golem had beaten the skeletal devourer to death. Meesha cringed at the damage to her subject but she had no power over the dead. And so this was the only choice left to her. Pulling out a dagger long ago given to her, she pried away the skeletal carcass encasing the true prize. It was damaged certainly. Again the golem had proven its complete lack of subtlety. Still the inquisitive Enchantress made due, sketching out her observations, noting the differences between the brain of a human and this more... unique creature. The work was far from professional. When it came to the other subjects she might need a wide range of skills. Her lips curled into a frown. Gathering such amongst the adventuring community would be more difficult than actually reaching her goal. Her head shook, the pony tail of chestnut hair adding emphasis to the motion. Focus. She gathered herself up and moved along. One subject was not enough. Of course she found more. There were always more. If nothing else Cormyr was plentiful in test subjects.
This time the two creatures were surrounded by various skeletal ogres. Motioning her golem forward, and applying a haste to hurry things along the melee was over fairly quickly. The damage to the subject was yet again severe. On days like today, she almost wished she had taken up the advice on learning how to defend herself in combat. Aside from calling upon the weave of course. Two more subjects, she sighed clearing away bone and debris so she could have a look at them. After breaking off the skull like covering of the first she pulled an empty vial from her pack. Cutting out bits of the brain she wedged them down into the vial ensuring it was as filled as it possibly could be, ensuring she had plenty to test later. The feeling of the matter under her fingers made her shiver. as soon as the job was done she cleaned herself magically and poured water over her hands just to be sure. How envious she now was of the more renowned masters of the Arcane Art. To have an assistant, even a dim witted one to do such vile tasks... the thought was enough to make the heart ache for chances lost. Moving on to the next she again set about in sketching the creatures brain, this one in a slightly better state than her previous subject. Her notes were thorough and precise given the conditions. With luck her next subjects would be living, providing a much more refined work environment as well as useful data. Closing her tome carefully, Meesha rose to her feet. Calling forth once more to the Weave, commanding it submit to her will, she was engulfed in a thick cloud of black smoke and in the next moments she walked forth into her study.
In one hand she held her umbrella unfolded and ready to shield her from rain should, on the off chance her magic fail her. Such hadn't happened in many months now, but when it came to such things the Enchantress was happier with the redundant efforts than with becoming soaked to the bone. She rested the shaft at a slight angle upon her shoulder as she read through her notes on constructs. A quick refresher was all she needed to call forth the shield golem. How she detested it. Its simple mind was inable to perform even the most basic of tasks without extreme attention on her part. Normally she would call upon a companion to shield her from the vermin that inhabit the land but she had met precious few who would be willing to stand at her side as she picked through bone and brain for long hours. Eventually such allies would be needed as she researched more advanced subject but she was starting small and even the dim witted stone at her side could perform the necessary actions for today's study. The next few minutes were spent calling forth the construct, and applying various magical defenses and enchantments to the lifeless stone. Once completed she made her way further into the hills.
As explained to her there were indeed some living pest that needed taken care of. The golem made quick work of the ogres, smashing their flesh under it's heavy fists, leaving a trail of shattered bone and grizzled gore in their path to the top of the hill. Once there the Sorceress was greeted by a cave entrance, just as her notes had explained. How wonderful it was when adventurers actually speak accurately. A small pitter patter began to sound over head, drops of rain splashing against her umbrella. How very Cormyr.
Stepping into the cave, her nose was assaulted by the smells of death and decay. A perfume that had become all too common in her life since she left home. Pearing down a cliff looking deeper into the cave she could make out the large skeletal outlines. Another accurate report. The undead ogres were quick to spot her golem and charged up the cliff side to meet it in battle. One which was finished rather quickly. Bits of broken bone seeping with marrow littered their way as they walked deeper yet into the cave. At long last! There it was. The prize of this bothersome walk.
Crouched on four legs and not yet having noticed her or the golem, Meesha had never yet come into contact with one. There were tales told of its more living brethren taking control of entire villages. Was their abilities linked to the Weave? Or was it something more... primal? More of the physical? Hopefully these next few moments would provide insight. Within' moments her golem had beaten the skeletal devourer to death. Meesha cringed at the damage to her subject but she had no power over the dead. And so this was the only choice left to her. Pulling out a dagger long ago given to her, she pried away the skeletal carcass encasing the true prize. It was damaged certainly. Again the golem had proven its complete lack of subtlety. Still the inquisitive Enchantress made due, sketching out her observations, noting the differences between the brain of a human and this more... unique creature. The work was far from professional. When it came to the other subjects she might need a wide range of skills. Her lips curled into a frown. Gathering such amongst the adventuring community would be more difficult than actually reaching her goal. Her head shook, the pony tail of chestnut hair adding emphasis to the motion. Focus. She gathered herself up and moved along. One subject was not enough. Of course she found more. There were always more. If nothing else Cormyr was plentiful in test subjects.
This time the two creatures were surrounded by various skeletal ogres. Motioning her golem forward, and applying a haste to hurry things along the melee was over fairly quickly. The damage to the subject was yet again severe. On days like today, she almost wished she had taken up the advice on learning how to defend herself in combat. Aside from calling upon the weave of course. Two more subjects, she sighed clearing away bone and debris so she could have a look at them. After breaking off the skull like covering of the first she pulled an empty vial from her pack. Cutting out bits of the brain she wedged them down into the vial ensuring it was as filled as it possibly could be, ensuring she had plenty to test later. The feeling of the matter under her fingers made her shiver. as soon as the job was done she cleaned herself magically and poured water over her hands just to be sure. How envious she now was of the more renowned masters of the Arcane Art. To have an assistant, even a dim witted one to do such vile tasks... the thought was enough to make the heart ache for chances lost. Moving on to the next she again set about in sketching the creatures brain, this one in a slightly better state than her previous subject. Her notes were thorough and precise given the conditions. With luck her next subjects would be living, providing a much more refined work environment as well as useful data. Closing her tome carefully, Meesha rose to her feet. Calling forth once more to the Weave, commanding it submit to her will, she was engulfed in a thick cloud of black smoke and in the next moments she walked forth into her study.